"Oakes, have you booked the tickets?"
Ruby Mercer's expression was serious and focused as she fiddled with the steering wheel. On a cross-sea bridge, a black Mercedes continually overtook cars without slowing down—this was the car Ruby Mercer was driving...
She drove with the top down and windows open, the fierce wind messing up her hair. Only like this could she stay awake, and the intense concentration from driving kept her from overthinking.
"Ruby Mercer, are you in such a rush to die? I just sent your two little ones away."
Oakes looked exasperated, one hand on his hip. Really, this woman had grown lazy since returning to the country. She never used to need him to worry so much before.
"Okay, I'll go to the airport first. Send me the address; I'll book the ticket myself." Ruby Mercer sped up while talking on the phone. If someone saw her like this, they might really think she was racing towards her death.
